Bukowski, Charles

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Senryu 34i went to the schoolwith the boys they always stuckup for me she saidPolitician's Proverba slogan a daykeeps the electorate at bay.And Having Killed Two Birdsand having killed two birds with one stone he attempted by a series of manipulative procedures to perfect his exterminatory techniques he succeeded shortly in swatting seven flies with one swipe of the daily express his attention turned then to the possibilities of ants his boot covered nearly half the hills area and six hundred bodies lay squashed in the mire the survivors crawled quickly over his boot up his trouser leg to his private parts before the first ant reached his navel he fell over screaming at the pain of the stings his head cracked open on a stone brains and blood spilling outthe red and the gray and the black and the green mergingas two birds flew down each to peck one eye.—  Gerald EnglandSheffield, Englandsomething on Berliozhere I am listening to The March to the Gallows again. I suppose it's the most famous portion of Berlioz' Symphonie fantastique. I've heard it too often. I even heard it in Santa Fe over a dinner table. I was the poet. there were 2 editors and a lady. the lady was class and had more money than she needed. we ate and drank wine and talked. The March to the Gallows played as we ate. I had seen the lady naked the night before. spread on a leather couch, naked, but I had been drunk and when I stuck it in, she pushed me out. I hadn't warmed her up properly. no matter.I was never too much with the ladies.she stuck an olive in her mouth and laughed,and the editor, one of them, told how he used toput a stepladder up against a peek-hole in aNew York apartment and watch this man and womenwork out, and I stuck an olive in my mouth andlaughed, and the lady I had failed with, she lookedvery beautiful and I wasn't drunk then, and I thought,ah ah, I could get you now, yes yes, I could!but anyhow, I came back to Los Angeles, and shewrote me once or twice, I saw one of her poems in arather good magazine and then I forgot all aboutit, until the other day I heard from one of the editors:you remember Loraine? she's made a lot of money onreal estate and now she weighs close to 200 poundsand runs with women ...my beautiful Loraine laughingmy naked Loraine on the leather couchwith the rain coming down outside,200 pounds, flat shoes, no makeup, smoking small cigars and laughing like a cowboy ...Loraine, damn you, god damn youyou've marched to the gallows.the butcherthe butcher has one eyeand his hands and face are very redand there is red on his apronand he leans on the counter --"yes sir?"the butcher waits to see my taste in meat but most of the meat is about purple and he reads my thinking:"meat's no good until it's aged."I really want to walk away from his meat but I am not strong enough to injure him."just give me a pound of bacon," I sayand he gives me a bastardly look and picks up apackage, wraps it."89 cents," he says and I lay the dollar downand he comes back with a dime and a pennyand there's blood on his hands,and on the left handa white bandage is slipping offon the finger next to the thumb.I take the bacon and the eleven cents and as I walk away133

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